old on tight!
There's joy in the saddle. We'll scour the plain
With a gentle trot and an easy rein;
And, as we journey the way along,
I'll sing my darling a trotting song.

Up and down!
Up and down!
And over the hills to Sleepy Town!
Fast or slow,
Soon, we know,
Into the land of nod we'll go.
Oh, dear me!
Right off my knee,
Into a hollow I didn't see;
And baby small,
On steed so tall,
Came near getting a horrid fall.
She's not afraid,
My little maid,
Too oft on her that trick is played;
And good is she
As good can be,
If I'll only trot her upon my knee.
Over she goes!
But don't suppose
I'll let her tumble upon her nose,
Or give a fright
To my darling bright,
Who laughs and frolics with such delight.
Whoa! now, whoa!
We must not go
So fast, my darling; for don't you know,
At such a pace,
So like a race,
We never shall come to a sleepy-place?
Trot, trot away,
And tell me, pray,
How many miles we have gone to-day?
Up and down!
Up and down!
And over the hills to Sleepy Town!

JOSEPHINE POLLARD.

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SAGACITY OF THE DEER.

A FRIEND of mine who has been in the habit of hunting deer in the
Adirondack Mountains, is of opinion that the deer is often more than a
match for the dog in sagacity. The deer seems to be well aware that the
dog is guided by his faculty of scent in tracking him; and all the
deer's efforts are directed to baffling and thwarting this keen and
wonderful sense with which the dog is gifted.

With this purpose, the deer will often make enormous leaps, or run
around in a circle so as to confuse and puzzle his pursuers. He will
mount a stone wall, and run along it for some distance, well aware th